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STORY BY 

Edna Groff Deihl 


PUBLISHED BY 

SAM’L GABRIEL SONS & COMPANY 

NEW YORK 





By the Same 
<lA uthor 

“The Little Dog That Would 
Not Wag His Tail” 

“The Little Kitten That Would 
Not Wash Its Face” 

“The Teddy Bear That Prowled 
at Night” 

“The Little Chick That 
Would Not Go To Bed” 

“My Twin Puppies” 

“My Twin Kitties” 


Copyrighted 

1924 

Sam’l Gabriel Sons & Company 

MAY-3 *24 

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Once there were two little kittens that did not 
wear any mittens. All they wore were coats—the 
one yellow and the other black. They both had 
blue, blue eyes, and sharp teeth and feet like 
cushions and scratchy claws, and they were 
EXACTLY THE SAME AGE! 



At first they lived on a farm, where there were 
so many kittens that no one ever paid any atten¬ 
tion to them. They had nothing to eat but mice! 
They had nothing to lie on but hay! And worst 
of all they had no names! 

At last they decided to go out into the world 
and seek their fortune. All they wanted was a 
home and two pretty names. 









They grew very tired walking over the long, 
dusty roads. But at last they spied some little 
white cottages, nestled down among the green 
trees. They walked right up to the very first 
door. 

“Meow! Meow!” ithey cried, “Please let us come 
in!” A cross old lady opened the door and said 
“SCAT!” My how they ran! 



Then they walked to the second door. “Meow! 
Meow!” they cried, “Please let us come in!” 

A hobbelty old gentleman came to the door. 
“RATS!” he said, and struck at them with his 
cane. My how they ran again! 



They wondered whether they should try the 
next door. At last they went up quite timidly. 

“MEOW! MEOW!” they cried,“PLEASE LET 
US COME IN!” A dear little girl opened the 
door. “Mother, look at the kitties!” she said. 
“May they come in?” 



Mother nodded her head, and the two little 
kittens marched right into the room! They tried 
to jump on the couch. They were tired and they 
wanted to sleep. But the lady said, “No, you are 
too dirty! Come Irene, we will give them a bath.” 



So they were put into a little tub and scrubbed! 
They were dried with a soft cloth! My, how 
fluffy and puffy they looked then! 

Irene hugged them close to her heart. “You 
shall be my twins!” she said, “and your names 
shall be FLUFF and PUFF.” 




Then the kitties purred with delight. They 
had found A HOME and TWO PRETTY 
NAMES! They thought their troubles were 
ended. But they had never lived in a house 
before. They were used to the barn. 

One day Irene could not find Fluff anywhere. 



Black Puff was the only one on the couch when 
she came home. 

Puff meowed and meowed. He kept looking 
up. Then Irene looked up too! Fluff had climbed 
up the curtain and could not get down. ‘‘You’ll 
never find milk or mice on the ceiling, Fluff!” 
she said, after Mother had gotten her down. 




Irene was knitting a pretty blue scarf. One 
morning she laid it on the couch while she went 
to talk to a little friend. Suddenly she heard a 
noise. Scamper, scamper! Pitter, patter! 

When she came in the twins were playing with 
her ball of blue wool. And part of the scarf was 
unraveled and wound around Puffs neck. 



After she unwound the wool, she locked them 
both in the cellar. - She thought that would be a 
dreadful punishment! But they had a GRAND 
TIME! They chased a little mouse that had left 
his home in the wall because he didn’t think! 
Fluff caught him in the coal bin. 

When Irene brought them upstairs, Fluff was 
as black as Puff. They had to have another bath! 



“Dear!” sighed Irene, “Twins are such 
trouble!” 

The very next day, when she was writing a 
letter to her grandma, Puff jumped on her lap 
and spilled the ink! And while she was fetching 
a cloth to wipe it up, Fluff tumbled the waste- 
paper basket all over the floor! 



That day she locked them in the kitchen. But 
they got into more trouble than ever. They 
smelled fish! 

When Irene came to the kitchen, the big fish 
mother had bought for dinner was falling from 
the table! And Puff and Fluff were having the 
worst fight. 



“You are bad kitties!” she cried, and she 
whipped them! Then she put them out of the 
house and shut the door, although her heart 
hurt frightfully. “I must train them!” she said. 

Fluff looked at Puff. Puff looked at Fluff. 
“Meow! Meow!” Fluff said,“We have been turned 
from our home.” “Meow! Meow!” answered Puff, 
“we must go back to the farm!” 




When Irene looked for them at dinner-time 
they were gone! She looked everywhere! But the 
twins were not to be found. She called them until 
her throat ached. “Here Puff! Here Fluff!” But 
no kitties came running. 

Then she was very sad. “Dear! Dear!” she said, 
“They have run away because I punished them!” 




Then Daddy came home, “Oh, Daddy!” Irene 
cried, “my TWINS have RUN AWAY! We must 
go and find them!” So right after dinner Daddy 
got out the big car. Soon they were way, way out 
in the country. The sun was going down behind 
the hills. Oh! sobbed Irene, “I am afraid they 
are lost.” 







Suddenly Daddy stopped the car with a jerk. 
He had almost run over the TWIN KITTIES! 
Irene jumped out and picked them up. Soon Puff 
and Fluff were on their way back home. They were 
very happy to be cuddled in Irene’s arms. 





She held them very close. “Dear Kitties,” she 
said, “you must take your punishments bravely. 
If I did not correct your faults when you are 
kittens, you would grow up into BAD CATS!” 



Fluff and Puff rolled up into two little balls. 
They were so happy that they had such a nice, 
kind mistress, who trained them so well, and yet 
forgave them so readily, that they purred louder 
than the engine. 









When they reached home Irene laid them ten¬ 
derly on the pretty couch. Then she went up to 
bed. Fluff and Puff did not go to sleep at once. 
They lay awake planning to show their gratitude 
to their nice, kind little girl mother. 

“Meow!” said Fluff, “she took us in when no 
one else would look at us, and gave us a home!” 



“Mew!” answered Puff. “And she has taught 
us how to act in a pretty home like this. We were 
not well trained when we came here.” 

“P-r-r-r-r-r!’ ’ continued Fluff in a bit softer tone. 
“If she hadn’t loved us a lot she would never have 
searched for us.” 



“And we’d be back in the cold, cold barn!” 
purred Puff, cuddling down in the warm cushion. 

“From now on we must be very, very good!” 
said Fluff, sleepily. “We—must—be—very—very 
good!” purred Puff softly. Then her head fell 
over on Fluff’s back. They were both fast asleep. 

































































































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My Twin Kitties 


NO. 915 © 1924 


SAM'L GABRIEL SONS .1 COMPANY. NEW YORK 


